A Poet's Haven

It has begun…
She can delay it by minutes…
Her pulse has already begun to rise…
Her mine has begun the metamorphosis…
The bones and joints in her feet and legs are transforming…
The fingers and hands will be next…
Her back will change as hair begins to grow everywhere…
Lastly her face will take the shape she hates the most…
She can no longer resist the urge to howl…
As the desire to hunt and devour her prey…
Can no longer be controlled…
As the time of changing approaches…
She leaves her loved ones alone…
Returns to the woods and mountains of her childhood…
She will once again struggle to take control of the pack…
Her parents crossed over having lost due to age and strength…
Tonight it is the time for the once pups to gain control…
The pack awaits the victor…
There can be only one…